TAYLOR:

    Because I missed my father's 55th birthday party this year, I made plans to give him a very special present, which I wanted to deliver to him in person. A few weeks after Dad's birthday, my husband Owen and I went to my parents' house for a long weekend. It was October, and Stag Meadow Lane glowed in all of its autumnal glory. That Saturday morning, while Owen and Mom went out to run some errands together, I sat my dad down in the kitchen and presented him with a neatly wrapped box, slightly bigger than the box an engagement ring would come in.

    "Are you proposing to me, Son?" Dad joked, opening the box and examining its contents in confusion.

    "It's a cock cage," I explained. "It's the one I used to wear. Well, I own like half a dozen, but this was the one I wore the most often. It's got a real nice weight to it; not too heavy, but just enough to remind you it's on."

    "And you're giving this to me because…"

    "Just in case you wanna try it on," I replied casually. "I know that you've been… experimenting lately. I'm assuming that time you called me on the phone in the morning while I was in Minnesota was because you wanted to talk about sex?"

    "Yes," my father nodded. "Specifically, being…"

    "Submissive?" I finished his sentence. "Yeah, I have plenty of experience with that," I laughed.

    "How did… How did it all start for you?" Dad asked after clearing his throat.

    "Well, after I moved to New York and came out of the closet, I met a bunch of different people. Mostly gay men, but some kinky straight couples as well – you'd be surprised how many there are. And it made me curious about things. Some of the men I was hooking up with liked to get a bit rough, and I realized I liked it. That was about the time I met Owen, and he was VERY dominant and aggressive. I fucking loved it! I kept asking him to take things further. We had acquaintances who were into chastity. Some of them had been locked for years—"

    "Wait, so you can wear this thing for years?" my father asked in awe, holding up the steel cock cage I'd given him.

    "Sure, but there's consequences. I mean, there can be health risks of not cumming for so long, so you gotta do your research. But some people choose to do it."

    "But what do they get out of it? What did YOU get out of it?" Dad said.

    "Well in my case," I smiled, "it was all about the pleasure of getting fucked. I loved serving as Owen's hole. I got to cum plenty of times but he had the key, so he controlled if my dick would be set free or not."

    "So was that all, controlling when you get to cum?" Dad asked next.

    "No, I mean there was plenty of verbal play thrown into it, humiliation, making me service him in public…" I started listing things that to me had become super normalized, yet to Dad they must've sounded shocking. I realized I was overwhelming him, so I stopped and I walked around the table, placing one hand on his back reassuringly.

    "Dad, there's no set way to do this," I continued. "If you ever wanna experiment, it's okay to start off slow. Then again, from what I saw you do to Rory's dick, I think you're past the point of starting slow, huh?"

    As if aware we were talking about him, my younger brother sent me a text at that very moment, inviting Dad and me over to his house.

    "You wanna go?" I asked my father.

    "Sure. But first… do you mind… helping me put this on?" Dad asked, holding up the cock cage once again.

    "It would be my pleasure," I smiled. I dropped to my knees and waited as Dad undid his pants, a pair of khakis that fit well but weren't too tight. Even though my father pulled them down along with his pants, I could see that he was wearing some red briefs with a bit of shine to the material. Definitely not something I would have imagined him wearing a year ago. I smiled, happy that my father and I seemed to share a range of sexual interests. As I slipped the cock cage over his equipment, I felt so grateful that I could connect with Dad like this.

    As I locked and secured the cage, I could see my father's cock swelling up a little bit. He was about to get the full experience of how it felt. As I stood up, he pulled up his briefs and pants and seemed amused at the fact that his bulge was so prominent. He looked at me and I shot him a wink and a grin as I slipped the key into my pocket.

    "Let's go," I said, cocking my head at the door, and Dad followed me outside for the short walk to my brother's house. Rory's front door was unlocked, and we entered to find my brother on the couch wearing just a pair of basketball shorts and drinking a beer. Dad headed to the fridge to grab bottles for himself and me while I settled down on the couch next to Rory. Our father returned and stood in front of us as he handed me my beverage and took a swig of his own.

    "Dad's got something to show you," I told my brother. "Pull your pants down, Dad."

    Rory looked intrigued as Dad started to unzip, perhaps noticing our father's more prominent bulge for the first time since we arrived. Then, I saw my brother's eyebrows shoot up in surprise when he saw what was being revealed.

    "Wow, Dad... just... wow," Rory said, looking a bit stunned and then finishing off the beer in his bottle. He turned to me and quipped, "I guess it's sorta 'like son, like father' now, huh?"

    "Well, I know I'm not his only teacher," I responded, giving Rory a mischievous look. "It seems like both you and Neil have been helping him indulge his sub side. I figured I could contribute to the cause a little." My brother and I both spent a moment checking out how the cage fit our dad, and I could tell Dad was getting worked up showing it off to us, having us close enough to feel our breath on his cock.

    "Oh, Neil's gonna love this," Rory agreed. Dad laughed, and I saw that he was blushing a little bit as he started to pull up his khakis.

    "Keep 'em down, Dad," Rory told him, making it sound very much like an order. "Matter of fact, take your shirt off as well."

    As Dad stripped, Rory reached into his shorts and pulled out his own cock. He was mostly soft, and rather than start jerking it, he just tucked the waistband under his balls and left it there for us to look at. I stood up to strip quickly as well, though unlike Rory I was already most of the way hard. It was wild to see Dad's eyes go back and forth between our dicks, a hungry look creeping into his eyes.

    As I looked down, my father got down on his hands and knees in front of the couch.

    "Mmm, nice to see that he gets into position automatically," I said to my brother.

    "He knows his place," Rory snickered, extending his leg and using his foot to push Dad's head to the side a little before suggesting, "Let's have him suck some loads out of us. I think there's a game on."

    My brother reached for the remote, putting his foot back on the floor, and Dad made a beeline for my brother's cock. There was a loud slurping sound as he took Rory's semi-soft dick into his mouth and immediately buried his nose in my brother's pubes. It was like he couldn't wait to get that shaft into his throat!

    I loved watching our father suck my brother's cock while he casually flipped through the channels searching for the college football game he wanted to watch. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed both of us a few more beers so we wouldn't need to get up again for a while. My dick was hard as fuck and wagging back and forth as I returned, and I noticed Dad's eyes dart over to it even as he moved his head up and down on Rory's cock, which was fully hard now.

    When Dad came up for a gasping breath, I wagged my hard-on at him and he scooted over so he was kneeling in front of me. A moment later, my cock was down my father's throat, and FUCK it felt amazing! I marveled that he'd gotten so good at this so fast. In my experience that meant that someone really, really loved sucking dick. Whatever had unlocked this in my father, I was glad it had happened.

    "He's good, isn't he?" Rory remarked, watching our father at work and slowly stroking himself. "He needs it bad. It's hot as fuck."

    "You need to be filled with cock, Dad? Is that it?" I said softly as I ran my fingers through his hair, then suddenly pushed him down further and made him gag. He managed to choke out an affirmative response, and I waited a few more seconds before I let him go.

    "My turn again," Rory demanded, grabbing our father's hair and pulling him back over. Next thing, Dad had his younger son's cock to the hilt once again. We kept that up for about thirty minutes as we continued to both watch football and remark on how much of a cocksucking slut our father was turning out to be.

    With how horny he was, it was no surprise when Rory was the first one to let loose and blast a load down our dad's throat. I knew my brother's body language well, and I was just as familiar with the amount of jizz he produced when he was as worked up as this. I could tell that my little bro was delivering an extra big wad of sperm right into our father's stomach.

    Dad was diligent about making sure Rory's cock was totally clean before he moved back over to me. I was already close, having gotten extremely turned on watching him nurse every drop out of my sibling. So it didn't take long for me to add to that volume of cum deep inside Dad. By the time my father had made sure to get everything out of me, he was breathing fast and covered in sweat. 

    "Good job," I finally told Dad, placing my hand on his chin and pulling his face closer to mine before giving him a big cum-flavored kiss. While I tasted my brother's sperm as well as my own, my other hand reached for our father's caged cock, giving it a shake and stroking his full balls, which throbbed with the need for release.​​